ALL THE MEMORIES ABOUT THE OCEAN COMES WITH U, The beach was flax-gold, We heard the snoozy sea lap gently, We walked on a bow of beach Cylinders of light moved across the sea The other tourists were leather-brown The neon-blue sky was threaded with silver Children were squealing on the beach The sun toasted our skin The sea air smelled of chlorine The spicy sauces in the burger burned our tongues